Just give it up smooth (G-UNIT~!) Motherfucker you move I´ll flash my tool And blast my tool (G-UNIT~!) Nigga you don´t know me, and I don´t know you You think you know my crew (G-UNIT~!)
[Lloyd Banks] I been a problem since the old days, pimps and gold caps Now I´m in O.J. Simpson throwbacks Y´all was wonderin where my ass been Probably vacationin on South Beach gettin head like an aspirin If you gassed, I can let the tec pound your ego Or lock you in a closet with the West Nile mosquito The press crowd in people, especially celebrities I´m heavily shittin on any Tom Dick or Gregory
Nigga you better be strappin; they want you dead if you rappin I´m tryin to cave your head and your back in I´m gettin bread and relaxin, and attractin a fan base Of females with e-mails and letters to fax in In Vegas with a toaster and a blunt And the hotel I´m checked in, got a rollercoaster in the front I´mma post ´em when I stunt, the Sammy Sosa of the month Better yet the whole season, nigga I´m still breathin Even though my dollars are green I rap for the kids that´s too poor to waste eggs on Halloween I´m gettin swallowed clean, my habits are good Collectin all the karats I could
Slidin from a stash spot to conceal the torture And a good silencer to make it sound like the Wheel of Fortune All this careless talkin, cause I´m travelin and flossin Havin a good time, and you havin a abortion You sucker for love, gettin married and divorced then Can´t even afford the batteries for your Walkman I´m out the hood, burnin Cali weed on Slausson Where set trippin turn to tragedies and coffins Look, I mean what I´m sayin, you schemin I´m sprayin Your team end up layin, on the sofa screamin and prayin Sayin, G-Unit niggas be rollin crazy, holdin 80´s Older ladies starin cause they starin in that gold Mercedes
Since 50 hooked up with Shady, now they tryin to book up and pay me If you think I´m shook up you crazy, baby The boy strapped two ninas Smokin out a bag big enough to fit on vacuum cleaners I wore a glove when I blazed you fatty, I ain´t your baby daddy She flippin, now he tryin to grab me out the navy Caddy I ain´t your ave-y, papa was a rolling stone Stockin up to own a home, pocket full of loaded chrome Drop and get a hold of dome, I know your motive homes You mad, cause I´m fuckin half your Motorola phone I´m swift with the women I´m good with my words
A lot of, niggas is hatin on what I deserve I´m hotter Front if you want, end up on the curb in your Prada And your mans runnin, ambulance comin Another day another dollar, on the low from the Impala I can have a six still in my shower, motherfucker~!
Nobody get hurt if nobody don´t move Just give it up smooth (G-UNIT~!) Motherfucker you move I´ll flash my tool And blast my tool (G-UNIT~!) Nigga you don´t know me, and I don´t know you You think you know my crew (G-UNIT~!) I send a nigga that you thought you knew To come through and put a hole in you (G-UNIT~!)
[50 Cent] Lloyd Banks, ha ha! 50 Cent! I ain´t even gotta work hard Look at these niggas, ha ha ha The fuck you gon´ do now nigga! You done had the same niggas in the background for a long time Think they gangster, but goin back and forth to jail Well jumpin the turnstile don´t count nigga HA HA HA HA~!